A/N: Here is my new story. This will be a totally different story then my first one. Most of the gang is in high school.

Just to give fair warning…there is underage drinking, possible drug use, lemons later on, profanity, etc. If it was not listed here I will warn you before the chapters begin.

Nobody under 18 should be reading this…

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns the characters and the wonderful books. I own the craziness in my head. The cast owns me after that wonderful surprise in San Diego last week. Not only has my obsession with Rob increased…I am smitten with Mr. Kellan Lutz.


Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

"Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" – Green Day

Ch. 1

"I can't wait for you to get here Bella. It seems like it has been forever since I last saw you," Alice said from the other end of the phone.

"Well it has been over a year since I saw you. You could have come down to see me for Spring Break you know. Then it would have only been three months," I replied.

"Blame Edward. Esme wouldn't let him go to Cabo with his buddies because of the latest speeding ticket. Issued by your dad no less. Some how he convinced Esme that since he didn't get to go on his getaway, neither could I," she huffed.

"Well I will be there this time next week. So we can get into some trouble on our own without your brother ruining it. I am going to miss Renee. I'm not really looking forward to living with Charlie. He thinks he can tell me what to do; but I've been so independent for so long that it's hard to take him seriously now."

"Oh Bella. He really isn't that bad. Just a lonely man that doesn't know how to cook."

"That's because he is crazy about you Ali."

"Well someone has to look out for him. You know I stop by at least once a week and make sure he has something more edible then those disgusting TV dinners that he likes to buy."

"Yeah, that will definitely be changing. What are you up to right now?" I asked snuffing out the cigarette I had been tugging on.

"I am actually at your house right now. Charlie is downstairs eating the parmesan chicken that Esme made for him," Alice replied distractedly.

"Downstairs? Where are you?"

"Your room."

"My room? Why are you in there?"

"Oh nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. You will find out when you get here."

"Alice…" I warned.

"Oh shush. It is a homecoming present from the Cullen's. Just think of it that way."

"Fine," I sighed, "I have to get going. Some people from school are throwing a party for me. Bunch of bullshit, they aren't even friends of mine. Just an excuse to throw a party."

"Well enjoy it, even if they are a bunch of tools. Be safe and call me this weekend," Alice said excitedly.

I started laughing at her exuberance, "Okay pixie, I will be sure and do that. Stay out of my room!"

"Too late…and you know you can't keep me out of somewhere I want to be. Bye Bella!" she said, hanging up before I could respond.

In about a week I was uprooting my life in Phoenix for the rainy confines of the Northwest town of Forks, Washington. I am originally from there, having spent the first eight years of my life before my mother divorced Charlie and moved me to Arizona.

I had gone back every summer to spend time with Charlie and maintained some of the friendships I had formed there. Alice had pretty much been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. Her family had moved there right before she started school with me. She is the adopted daughter of Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme. Carlisle was the local hero of the Forks Community Hospital and they were richer then probably the whole town combined. Along with Alice, she has two adopted brothers as well, Edward and Emmett. Edward is the same age as Alice and I, but I haven't seen him for the better part of five years; he was always off to some camp whenever I came around. Emmett is a year older than us and always treated me like a sister. He will be off to Seattle for college, but I am arriving early enough to at least see him for a few weeks.

I pulled myself out of my reverie and continued to rifle through my closet. Most of my clothes had been packed up and sent off to Washington already, but I kept a few essentials behind. I finally decided on cut-off denim shorts that would probably be considered too short for Forks. I paired the shorts with a black leather vest, a white v-neck t-shirt and black boots that ran up to my knee.

I doubled checked my appearance in my mirror. I decided to keep my hair straight and down. I wore a subtle smokey eye with lots of mascara, paired with a nude lip gloss.

I looked fuckin' hot. Time to blow the Phoenix snobs out of the water one last time.


Renee was a unique woman. She definitely was a bit of a hippie; very creative. I would say we were more friends or sisters then mother and daughter. This type of relationship had both negative and positive aspects. The negative was that I pretty much had to grow up at a young age. With only Renee as the main provider, it was easy for her to get swept away with her free spirit. I am not blaming her, far from it. It is just that sometimes I wish I did not overanalyze everything. The positive is that I know I can talk to her about anything. Having that open line of communication has helped me in the long run - - I hate lying and I refuse to be nothing but honest with people.

She met and married Phil about two years ago. He is cool, I guess. He makes her happy, which in turn makes me happy. But sometimes I think he isn't sure what to make of having an almost adult step-daughter. He is mostly the reason why I decided to make the move permanent to Forks. He is a minor league baseball player and recently got signed to a team in Florida. I did not want to move all that way and I felt bad because Renee never really got her 'honeymoon' time with him. So as a gift, I am moving myself out of the equation and giving them the alone time that I know she would love to have, even if she never admits it.

As I came down the stairs, I noticed that Phil was staring intently at the television, probably watching a Diamondbacks game. How he will get away with moving and playing for a Florida team when he supports an Arizona team is beyond me. Renee had the dining room table loaded with fabrics and a sewing machine. Her hair was in disarray and a pencil was placed unsuccessfully behind her right ear.

"Mom? What are you doing?" I asked, fingering a navy blue swatch.

"I decided I am going to try my hand at quilts! I am working on one for you right now. It is harder then it looks, but practice makes perfect" Renee responded without looking up.

I rolled my eyes at her newest project and made my way over to my purse, "Well I am on my way out."

"Where are you going?" Phil inquired, pulling his eyes from the television for the first time since I came downstairs.

"I have that going away party that I told you about. Sarah and Tiffany are putting it on and they invited a bunch of people."

"Doesn't sound very safe. Can you please be home by midnight?" Phil asked.

"Midnight? Isn't that a little early?" I asked, getting irritated.

"No, it sounds reasonable. Please don't be late sweetie," Renee responded.

"Fine. See you guys in the morning," I said.

"Keep your phone on, just in case."

"Will do. Bye." And with that, I made my way over to my car. It's a 1995 Nissan Sentra. Nothing special, but it gets me to where I need to go. In fact, it is probably on its last leg.


This party pretty much sucked. By the time I pulled in, everyone was already smashed or high. I had countless guys hitting on me; most from the football team. A few I had hooked up with, but they were old news. I had decided after the third football player that I wouldn't touch the rest of the team with a ten foot pole. Too bad rumors started circulating after the fact and I because the slut who slept with the entire football team. Bullshit. Not the entire team, just three of them. I've definitely done worse.

For the fifth time in an hour I checked my watch. 11:30 p.m. I calculated how long it would take to get home, which would probably be about twenty-five minutes. That was good enough for me, time for my exit.

After I attempted a goodbye to some people that I actually cared about saying goodbye to, I hopped in my car and made my way down the deserted road. Because it was almost midnight on a Thursday night, there was nobody on the roads and it was pitch black.

I drove for about fifteen minutes before things started going wrong.

My radio started fazing in and out and the smell of smoke began to fill my lungs. I kept driving for another five minutes, noticing it was getting harder to get the accelerator to work. Not long after that, there was a loud shooting noise from the hood and a dark billowing smoke began to erupt. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road, jumping out of the car.

The hood continued to protrude terrifying amounts of smoke.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself. I quickly ducked back into the car to grab my purse. I made my way farther away from the car, just in case it blew up. I rummaged through my bag until I found my phone. I quickly dialed my home number and waited for it to go through. I waited a full minute before I realized that I had no signal.


I began walking around the deserted road, trying to pick up something. It went on like that for another forty minutes. The car was still smoking and I am sure it died its last death. I began walking in the direction of my house. I finally got half a mile away from my car before I got a signal on my phone. I quickly tried home again.

"Hello? Bella!" my mom's frantic voice rang out on the other side.

"Yeah mom, it's me" I replied.

"Do you have any idea what time it is!? Almost one in the morning. I thought I told you midnight." she said angrily.

"I know mom. I left on time. But the damn car broke down. I think its pretty much dead. I haven't been able to get any signal on my phone until now. Can you come pick me up?"

"Yeah, Phil and I will come get you. Where are you?"

I quickly rattled off where I was. She said they were on their way and we hung up. I made my way back to my car and sat a little ways away. Ten minutes passed and the darkness really started to freak me out. Finally, after too long, a car coming from the direction of my house was coming my way. I quickly got up and made my way to the shoulder of the road. When they were still about a mile down the road, I heard an awful screeching sound coming from the opposite direction.

I quickly whipped around and another set of headlights was coming my way. The new car was driving really fast, too fast. And it appeared to be swerving in and out of the wrong side of the road. I watched in horror as it passed me and I knew it was somebody from the party. My mom's car was really close now and appeared to not have noticed the on coming vehicle.

In slow motion, the drunk driver took another swerve into my parents' lane just as my mom's car was getting ready to pass. The drunk driver hit my mom's civic head on and both cars went hurdling into the other side of the road and into the ditch.

My ears started buzzing really loudly, making it hard to hear anything. All of the sudden I heard a blood curdling scream come from somewhere. Then realized it was me as I ran towards my mother who was crushed under the SUV that had hit her.


A/N: Please review! I want to see what you all think of it. Next chapter should be posted on Saturday. That will be my posting schedule: Wednesday and Saturday until further notice.

Thanks for reading!